To My Would-Be Valentine

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Oh would-be lover, I entreat
No more of your rough-hewn poems without meat
I tire of this naïve talk of the moon
And how you swoon
It’s altogether too jejune

30 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Jejune

About crispina kemp

Spinner of Asaric and Mythic tales
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25 Responses to To My Would-Be Valentine

  1. Jejune. July. Never care
    Winter here. Summer there
    Not beginning. Nor the end
    Christmas? Let us not pretend
    Melancholy. Good and bad
    Neither happy. Not that sad
    And still I love you, dear Jejune
    Although you will be August soon

    Thirty words? Yes understood
    Restrict myself? I wish I could
    Withhold my passion? Yes I should
    That’s sixty for you ….. (twice as good)

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  2. Dale says:

    Love your take, Crispina. Comes a time when we need a bit more, shall we say, finesse? 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Nope, Not Pam says:

    I love this, be gone lover 🤣

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Sadje says:

    Haha! Good one.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Bill says:

    Well, okay then. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Swooning jejunely? No thank you!

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